All of these parts of ourselves
That come from distant places
Or just across that field
Arriving and departing
I want to know them all
But how could I intrude
When we collide and coalesce
Into this world for a while
On our sacred honor
Each in our own way
To come to the spirit in things
Hidden in macaroon clouds
And in the smallest gesture
That you are alive inside
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